Laugh and joke in heaven? Why not?

Just then Faith, who, mounted out on the kitchen table, was preaching at Phœbe in comical mimicry of Dr Bland's choicest intonations, laughed out like the splash of a little wave. The sound came in at the open door, and we stopped to listen till it had rippled away. There! said her mother, put that child, this very minute, with all her little sins forgiven, into one of our dear Lord's many mansions, and do you suppose that she would be any the less holy or less reverent for a laugh like that? Is he going to check all the sparkle and blossom of life when he takes us to himself? I don't believe any such thing.